Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The Explosion Lands ushered in a rebuild after a year.

The name of Leibo Street gradually appeared in the mouths of Yokohama citizens.

In a jewelry store outside, clerks put on glasses and examine delicate silver locks.When asked about the origin of this thing, the orange-haired boy who had just turned eight years old stood in front of the counter, tiptoed, with an embarrassed face, and said: "It may be left by my parents."

The clerk was suspicious: "Maybe?"

He worried that it was a child who stole someone else's necklace.

"I...was separated from my parents in that huge explosion." Nakahara Zhongya lied for the first time, speaking stumblingly, "I promise I didn't steal something."

The clerk compared the length of the necklace and nodded, "It's for children, that's right."

"There are bats, gourds, and peaches on it." The clerk handed the necklace to the boss who came out. His experience is not as good as that of the boss who has been in contact with jewelry all the year round. "Boss, this is the style of Southeast Asia."

The store manager is quite old, and he can tell the style of Yinsuo at a glance: "It is liked by Chinese Americans."

The clerk gave a "wow" and raised his eyebrows to look at the child with orange hair and blue eyes.

"You don't look very Chinese."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped up, snatched his silver lock, and ran away angrily.

Passing by the glass window of the commercial street, he saw his short and immature appearance of a child. His appearance was not deep and three-dimensional, but compared with Asians, he seemed to have a bit of mixed-race characteristics.

Going back to the sheep organization, Zhongyuan Zhong was also listless.

He was out of tune with the other orphans and kept secrets in his heart that he couldn't tell anyone.

"What does the person who gave me the silver lock... mean?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also in a daze at the silver lock that was put back around his neck, wondering how attractive this delicate and small silver lock would be to other children.In these sheep organizations that have lost their parents and are composed of orphans, everyone's survival is actually very difficult, and they are named "sheep" in order to report to the group to keep warm like sheep.

During the day, they go out to look for food and resources, and help each other. At night, they live together in a house donated by kind people. They don't have to face windy and rainy weather, but they are worried about the future.

However, the members of the Sheep Organization still retain some sense of shame and will not snatch the relics from the orphans. Occasionally, their eyes will be straightened, but it is just that they haven't seen anything valuable for a long time.Everyone agrees that Zhongyuan Zhongye's biological parents died at the scene of the explosion, leaving Zhongyuan Zhongye alone to search for his life experience.

Privately, Zhongyuan Zhong also found the oldest companion and asked: "What is Chinese?"

The companion replied: "Those people in Yokohama Chinatown."

Nakahara Chuya asked again: "What is Chinatown?"

The companion struggled and said: "It's the place where Chinese people gather and live, ah, you'll know when you've been there."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes became extremely serious, and he wanted to go to Yokohama Chinatown to have a look.

three days later.

Zhongyuan Zhong also inquired about the news in a silver shop of the flower planter.

The gray-haired master silversmith held the silver lock and said nostalgicly, "This is the lock of longevity."

"Son, the Longevity Lock is used to protect children from illness and disaster. The bats, gourds, and longevity peaches on it represent good luck and longevity." The silversmith turned the other side and looked at the name, "Zhongyuanzhong Also, that's your name, your parents love you very much."

Nakahara Chuya's expression became absent-minded, and he said dullly: "Yes."

He heard the word "love".

Love?

In his life, love is a strange thing, who would give him such feelings?

"I suggest you go to another store and ask. They have custom-made long-life locks for people." The silversmith looked at Chuya Zhongyuan who came to a strange place with pity, and noticed the child who had such a silver lock. He was plainly dressed, and his clothes had been washed many times.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked out with the silver lock in his hand, turned a corner, and went to the other store the other party mentioned.

Then, he got the exact proof.

The clerk glanced at the longevity lock, "It's a longevity lock made by our family. I checked the account book... I got it! It's written in the record that this style was ordered last year, and the bill was settled in US dollars."

Zhongyuan Zhong also said anxiously: "Is there any more specific news?"

It was inconvenient for the clerk at the front desk to tell the truth about the customer, but Nakahara Nakaya said: "My parents and I were separated in the explosion in the Yokohama Concession, and I want to find them!" "A year ago, a foreign customer ordered a lock for his friend. He said that his friend's son was about to be born, and asked him to order a long-life lock."

Zhong Yuanzhong had never been so close to the truth of his life experience, and said in a trembling voice, "Do you have a phone number or address?"

The clerk sighed, copied it, and handed it to him.

"...Don't be too sad."

"what?"

After seeing the address, the smiling Zhongyuan Zhong also froze on his face.

——The address is Yokohama Concession.

Ten minutes later, Zhongyuan Zhong also made a call in the phone booth, and he was destined to receive a busy signal that no one answered.

In an explosion, all relevant clues were disconnected.

He squatted on the side of the road, thin and small, his orange hair loosened, and his blue eyes stared blankly at the pedestrians on the side of the road, unable to focus, like a little orange cat that no one adopted.

"My birth was no accident."

"Why didn't the person who brought me... out of the seal come to see me?"

He tried his best to remember the day of his birth.

Vaguely, when he turned into a human child and fell into a coma, someone kissed his face, did not hurt him, and put this cold necklace around his neck.

Zhong Yuan also grabbed his hair, frowned, and gave up his fantasy.

he said sullenly.

"How... how could I... have human parents..."

It was so hateful, it gave him hope, and cut off all the clues without hesitation.

How on earth was he born!

However, Lan Tang, who "born" Zhongye in the Central Plains, sat in the study, and Ma Shengqiu also went to work during the day, and he was alone thinking about how to write poetry in front of the books.

Enjoying a comfortable life, Lan Tang's supernatural powers have not been awakened for a long time, and he considers himself an ordinary person.Every day, he holds a book in his hand, drinks hot water with wolfberry in the thermos, gets up early and goes to bed early, and embodies the science of health preservation to the fullest.If the "color painting collection" has human thoughts, it is estimated that it will complain about the other party.

Master, when you become a famous poet, people with supernatural powers in Europe will doubt life.

Your job change is too great!

In the absence of connections and financial publicity, poetry collections are relatively unpopular literary works, especially if the author is from France, the poetry collections will be somewhat unacceptable.However, both Aso Qiuya and Lan Tang did not pursue sales volume, whether they liked to read or not, Lan Tang believed that only a few people were worthy of understanding their own inner world, and ordinary people should buy other poetry collections to decorate their bookshelves.

Lan Tang has just finished reading the Catholic scriptures, but his faith has lost the soil of his soul. He feels that he believed in God in the past, but he can feel that God is no big deal in a blink of an eye.

Humility and arrogance are contradictory.

This is reflected in the draft poems that Qiu Ye left for him.

With his cold white fingertips, he stroked the wrinkled place on the draft and smoothed it gently.

Putting aside his thoughts on belief, Lan Tang stared at the beginning of a poem, and the complete sentence burst out with intense emotion, which touched his heart and begged him to continue writing.

["Early Morning": Haven't I had a heroic, beautiful and illusory youth, fortunately written on the gold plates?By what madness, by what mistake, am I so weak in reality? 】

He seems to coincide with his "past" self.

Yes.

What kind of mistakes did I make to make myself what I am today.

He involuntarily wrote down what he thought in his heart, and the inspiration was erratic, and he completed the second sentence: "You say that the beast weeps because of sorrow, the sick are desperate, and the dead are tortured by the succubus, so please also tell me about my sinking and my dream." The reason for the drowsiness."

Poetry can speak.

"He" as a poet writes the beginning, he writes the middle, and witnesses the follow-up.

["Morning": I can no longer explain myself clearly, just like beggars can't explain the "Our Father" and "Our Lady" they recite, I can't even speak! 】

"..."

Lan Tang frowned, gritted his teeth tightly, and showed delicate and entangled emotions.

"Ah, I still don't know enough about religion."

Unable to substitute.

Did you experience any changes and pain in the past?

He checked the shelves decisively and found the Our Father and the Hail Mary to his heart's content.When he was thirsty, Lan Tang habitually opened his thermos, bowed his head and was about to blow a breath of hot air.

Suddenly, he saw a small piece of medicinal material floating in the thermos.

Chinese herbal medicine: Angelica.

Lan Tang took a sip of wolfberry and angelica soup, his expression was confused, and the strange taste spread all over his taste buds.

"Qiuya...a bit...unpalatable..."

After returning home from work, Ma Shengqiu also touched the back of Lan Tang's cold hand, and no longer dared to regard the feature of "chill" as the cuteness of the Two-dimensional character, and said, "Lantang, you need to replenish your body, and Western medicine can't solve it." Your problem, next time I will take you to see a Chinese medicine doctor."

Lan Tang changed his words: "I'd better drink the nutritious soup that Qiu Ye made."

Aso Qiuya raised his brows, "Lantang is afraid of doctors?"

Of course Lan Tang shook his head.

"I don't think I'm sick."

Putting his fingertips against Qiu Ye's lips that were about to speak, Lantang pushed him down on the sofa, the sound was like finely ground sugar, with the sweet taste that made people want to taste in their mouths.

"I just……"

"I'm a little... afraid of the cold... I like you holding me..."

Ma Shengqiu also quickly accepted his hint. After taking off his lover's overcoat, he saw the girdle and suit pants of the dress style, and once again understood the reason why the other party's sweetness is so strong today.

Sure enough, I bought new clothes.

Leaving aside the high-end jacket, the black girdle is so pretty, it pinches Lan Tang’s slender waist perfectly, and the straps are crossed in the middle, and the girdle is integrated with the color of the exquisitely tailored suit pants, outlining the curve of the waist and legs , adding European elegance and straightness.

Ma Shengqiu also said with a low smile: "If this goes on like this, I will also need to replenish my body."

My wife is too enthusiastic to hold back.

One dared to try, and the other had fun. It's no wonder that Ma Shengqiu was also worried about his physical weakness.

He pinched Lan Tang's nose, put his other hand through the thick long curly hair, held the back of the other's head, and looked at the romantic face that was not restrained by the world.

The beauty of Lantang lived up to her reputation.

Ma Shengqiu also said emotionally: "In the green treasure box covered with gold spots in the bushes, in the dimness of gorgeous flowers blooming in the bushes, that sweet kiss is sleeping."

Lan Tang was suddenly cheerful and inspired, "Suddenly, the liveliness disrupted the beauty."

As Ma Shengqiu also recalled, he continued: "The astonished Mu Shen raised his eyes, with a red flower in his mouth between his white teeth, and his... bright lips, laughing among the branches."

The memory becomes clearer and clearer, like polished glass.

He is touching Lan Tang's heart, tempting Lan Tang to fall into the beautiful vortex of poetry.

"He ran away—like a squirrel—" Lan Tang raised his voice, with a chanting tone in his mouth, his neck trembled slightly in the soft scarf, as if he was teasing him as one of the people in the world Qiu Ye, "His smile is still trembling on every leaf."

"A gray bird came and disturbed."

Without waiting for Qiu to say it, Lan Tang added something capriciously and illogically.

Afterwards, Lan Tang waited expectantly for him to reveal something.

That would be a poet's rosebush.

Ma Shengqiu also placed a poetic kiss on Lantang's lips, saying the last line in the poem: "A golden kiss in the woods that is meditating."

This "Head of the Faun", which is vague and incomplete in memory, is completed.

Effortless, simple, and rich sensibility give Lan Tang an unparalleled imagination.

Lan Tang jumped off the sofa, stretched his long legs, and rushed into the study.

"I want to record it!"

behind.

Ma Shengqiu also stretched, showing a victorious expression to divert attention.

It's not night yet, so I don't have the strength to eat.

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The author has something to say: Aso Qiuya: Sorry, Zhongye.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Aso Qiuya: I love you, you have to believe that your mother loves you too.

Chuya Nakahara: I don't believe in a fart!

Although it is unfortunate, but at present it is really the parents are true love, the children are the accidental series haha!